The Tigrens' Glory (44 page)

Kyerion tightened the gold ring surrounding Glory’s clit, raised the temperature a couple of degrees, and caused it to vibrate.  Glory froze, every muscle in her body tightening nearly to the point of pain.  Then she exploded, clamping down hard on Kirk’s cock as her orgasm took her to a place of bright colors and overwhelming sensations.  She had no idea how much time passed before her lungs once again filled with air, but it couldn’t have been too long since Kirk was still coming hot and deep inside of her.  Her head hung down between her arms as she gasped and panted, her entire body trembling from the strength of their combined pleasure. 

She felt Kirk kiss the small of her back, then withdraw before crawling onto the bed beside her.  He shifted so that he could look up at her, and she smiled, wondering how she could ever have thought him cold. 

“You ready?” Cade asked.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation as a remaining ember of need rapidly grew to raging flames.  “Please, hurry.”

Cade hurried, burying himself in one long thrust that had both of them shuddering uncontrollably with pleasure.  Cade pulled back until he was barely inside of her, then plunged deep again, over and over in a steady rhythm that soon had Glory whimpering.  Kirk took one nipple in his mouth and teased it, nipping and licking at the flesh kept hard by the ring he’d fashioned around it.  Kyerion licked and kissed his way from her shoulder to her neck and around to her ear.

“I can’t wait until we take your ass,
Sendola
,” he said, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke.  “Imagine it, love, all three of us inside of you at once.  Kirk in your pussy, Cade in your mouth, and me in your ass.  Will you like that?  Will you like having all three of us penetrating you at once?  The four of us connected through you?”

“Yes,” Glory gasped, Kyerion’s words, the images he was painting in her mind driving her higher and higher. 

“Good,” Kyerion said, reaching down to stroke her hard, throbbing clit.  He heated the golden ring just a bit more, and made it heavier.  “Next time, we’ll teach you how to take a cock deep in your throat.  Would you like that?”

Glory nodded her head, beyond speech as Kirk chose that moment to tighten the rings around her nipples and set them vibrating.  Cade’s thrusts became shorter, harder, and faster, his hands tightening almost to the point of pain on her hips.

“Come with me now,
Zeta
,” he rasped.  At the same moment Kyerion squeezed her clit and Kirk gave her nipples a careful twist. 

Stars exploded behind her eyes as she erupted in the most intense orgasm yet, every muscle bunching and tightening before releasing in bone deep shudders.  She didn’t even notice when her arms and legs suddenly gave way, to weak to support her any longer.  Kyerion and Kirk did notice, however, and were there to catch her and lower her gently to the bed.  Cade followed her down, careful not to put his weight on her.  When he could breathe again he withdrew, then flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes as he waited for his heart rate and breathing to return to normal.

Kirk got up and went into the bathroom.  He came out a few minutes later with damp warm cloths and the three of them spent several minutes cleansing Glory’s body while she dozed, replete and thoroughly satisfied. 

“That was amazing,” Cade said softly so as not to awaken her.

“It’s been a few centuries from before the Xanti captured us, but I don’t remember sex ever being that…intense,” Kirk said.  “It was pleasurable enough, but not like that.  Or is my memory faulty?”

“No, your memory is not faulty,” Kyerion said.  “It was never like this.  But then, what we just shared with Glory was unlike anything we’ve ever done before.  She is ours.  We love her.  This is for the rest of our lives.”

Chapter Thirty Four

Glory opened her eyes slowly, savoring the delicious ache in her muscles that told of the pleasures the Tigren had given her.  Her stomach growled and she sighed, knowing she really needed to eat soon.  She sat up slowly, trying not to disturb Kyerion and Kirk who were both sleeping right beside her.  She looked around the dim room but didn’t see Cade.  A wave of unease swept through her, and she frowned.  Why should it bother her that she couldn’t see him?  That was ridiculous.  He was probably in the bathroom or, maybe he’d gone back to his own room.  The bed wasn’t really big enough for four people, especially when three of them were as big as the Tigren.  She inched toward the foot of the bed, pausing twice when her head swam dizzily.  She definitely needed to eat. 

She reached the end of the bed and slid off, holding onto it for a moment as another wave of dizziness hit her.  She looked around for her bathrobe before remembering it was still in the bathroom.  Well, Kyerion and Kirk were sleeping and even if they woke up, it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen everything she had already.  Up close. 

When she was sure she wasn’t going to fall she walked toward the table where the food the Tigren had brought her that morning should have been.  She sighed in disappointment when she saw that it was gone.  Cade had probably taken it when he left.  She considered calling the cafeteria and ordering some food, but she didn’t want to wake up Kirk or Kyerion.  She was just going to have to get dressed and go to the cafeteria.

She turned around, then bent over as her stomach cramped into a tight, painful knot that took her breath away.  Her head began to pound and a wave of nausea crashed over her.  She broke out in a cold sweat but she was too busy trying to breathe through the pain and sickness to notice.  Suddenly, her world turned upside down, the nausea increased and the cramp that had just begun to ease in her stomach tightened harder than before.  She began to panic as her body struggled between trying to breathe and throwing up. 

Cool waves of soothing calm washed through her, taking the pain, dizziness, and sickness away.  Her body relaxed and she was able to get a deep breath, filling her lungs with air.  The cramps in her stomach eased, though the grumbling continued.  It took her a few moments to realize she was being held in Kirk’s arms, with Kyerion and Cade close beside her, wiping her hot skin with cool damp cloths.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Your Rami are fools who don’t deserve any woman of their own, let alone an Arima such as you,” Kyerion said, his gentle voice belying the harshness of his words.  She placed a hand on his arm and waited for him to meet her gaze.  The shame and regret in his golden eyes frightened her.

“What is it?” she asked. 

“We will tell you,” he promised.  “We cannot hide our failing from you, nor would we if we could.  But first you must be made comfortable and eat some food.”

“Yes, food,” she said.  “I’m very hungry, but also a little sick.”

“You will feel much better once you eat,” Kyerion said.  Kirk carried her to the bed and waited for Cade to pile some pillows up for her to lean against before setting her down.  Kyerion pulled the sheets up over her lap which she immediately pulled up to cover her breasts.  Cade picked up her discarded pajama top and helped her on with it.  Then Kirk brought a tray loaded with food and set it over her lap.

“Start with some protein,” Kyerion said, handing her a fork and removing the cover from a plate of eggs and bacon. 

“I asked at the cafeteria what you liked most, so you got breakfast even though it’s past lunch time,” Cade said.  “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” she replied as she picked up her fork.  She dug in, all but shoveling the food into her mouth.  It took her a few minutes to realize what she was doing.  Then she blushed and forced herself to slow down.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I generally have better manners than this.”

“Don’t apologize to us,” Kyerion said sharply.  Glory set her fork down and reached for the steaming cup of coffee Cade had poured for her, her face settling into the familiar mask. 

That was exactly the way Ramourian men spoke to their wives, which was why she’d sworn never to marry.  Did all men talk nice until they got sex?  Had she made the biggest mistake of her life?  She hated the thought but once it crept in, she couldn’t seem to get past it.  She sipped her coffee, then picked up her fork again though what she really wanted to do was go into the bathroom and lock the door so she could have a few minutes alone.

“I’m sorry,” Kyerion said gently.  “I’m not upset with you, Glory.  It’s myself I’m furious with.”

Glory glanced up at him, then away so quickly he barely caught it.  He placed one finger beneath her chin and urged her to look up again.  It took a moment, but she finally did.  “As though we haven’t already done enough damage, I had to go and hurt your feelings as well,” he said. 

Glory knew he was sincere, and that she’d over reacted.  “What damage did you cause?” she asked.

“You’ve been out of the healing tank for almost twenty four hours, and even though Doc made it perfectly clear that you needed to eat, we did not see to your care,” Kyerion said.  “In fact, we interfered with it.  We even brought you food that we should have insisted you eat, but we didn’t.  We were more concerned with our needs than yours, and that isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.”

“I’ve been responsible for taking care of myself for most of my life,” she said.  “I knew I should have eaten, but I chose other activities.”  She blushed, then hurried on.  “It’s my own fault, but no harm done.  I was a little dizzy, but the food is already helping.”

“Much harm was done,” Kyerion argued.  “We’re lucky it wasn’t any worse than it was.  You’ve been through several strenuous ordeals these past days and your body needs time to regain its strength.  But don’t worry.  We shall not fail you again.”

“I don’t feel like you failed me to start with, so I’m not worried about it,” she said, raising a strip of bacon to her mouth.  “Aren’t you three going to eat?”

“Yes, we just wanted to be sure you got started first,” Kyerion said. 

“Well go on then,” she said.  “I feel much better already.”

Kyerion studied her carefully for a moment.  “No dizziness?”

“No,” she replied.  “No dizziness, no cramps, no headache.”

“Very well,” Kyerion said, nodding.  Cade went to the table and brought two plates of food over for Kirk and Kyerion, then went back for his.  They settled on the bed around her and ate.  With the worst of her hunger sated, she was able to eat slowly, sip her coffee, and study them.  They were so beautiful with their warm, red-brown skin and metallic eyes, their long hair flowing over their shoulders as they moved.  She was not a small woman, but they were so big that’s the way they made her feel.  And yet, for all their size and strength, they were unfailingly gentle with her.  Even in the heat of passion they’d taken care not to hold too tightly or squeeze too hard. 

“I’m curious about something,” she said.

“What is that?” Kyerion asked.

“You used the word
convert
earlier.  I’d like to know what you meant.”

Kyerion nodded slowly.  “Yes, I suppose now is a good time to have this conversation.”  He paused to look at Kirk, then Cade, both of whom nodded in agreement.

“Please understand that we’ve only just learned what we’re about to tell you ourselves,” Kyerion said.  “Jasani physiology has undergone a change throughout the centuries.  For a very long time they managed to mate with human women who’d gone through a modified conversion that allowed them to give birth to sons, but not daughters.  We thank the Creators for that, as no Arimas were found.  Our entire race would not have survived without those brave women.”  Kyerion paused.  “Do you understand the difference between a human mate and an Arima?”

“One is Jasani and can shift, and the other can’t,” Glory said.  “Oh, and the Arima can have daughters.  Is that right?”

“Partly,” Kyerion said.  “There is a much more significant difference though.  You know that we are born in threes, and that our males mate in threes.”  Glory nodded.  “The reason for that is that we three share one soul.  Only our Arima has the ability to link herself with the three of us, and at the same time, link the three portions of our shared soul together as they’re meant to be.”

“I had no idea,” Glory breathed.  “You’re right.  That’s significant.”

“Yes, it is,” Kyerion agreed.  “Not a single male-set experienced what it was like to be whole for over three thousand years because there were no Arimas.  Until, about five years ago, when the Dracons found Lariah.  They did not intend to convert her, even though they knew she was their Arima.  They feared that the process would kill her, and for good reason.  When she was attacked and mortally wounded, they were forced to try conversion in a last ditch attempt to save her life.  They discovered during the process that a couple of things about their physiology had changed.  Because of those changes, the conversion worked.  She is now fully Jasani in every way.”

“What was she before she was converted?” Glory asked.

“She was human,” Cade replied.

Glory was so shocked she nearly dropped her coffee into her lap.  Luckily Cade had very good reflexes and caught it.

“You didn’t know that,” Kirk said.

“No, I didn’t,” Glory said.  “Are all of the Arimas I’ve met human?”

“They were, yes,” Kyerion replied.  Glory thought for a few moments before meeting Kyerion’s gaze.

“You fear the conversion won’t work on me because I’m not fully human.”

“No,” Kirk answered.  “Just the opposite, actually.  We think the conversion
may
work because you’re not fully human.”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“The Jasani evolved in a way that permitted them to convert human women,” Kyerion said.  “We’ve given this some thought and believe that it’s because they have human mothers, even though their genes are fully Jasani.  Whatever the reason, their mating fangs shed after three injections, which is what a human female requires to be converted.  Our mating fangs will shed after two injections, which is what Klanaren females required in our time.”

“Why did your females require conversion?” Glory asked.  “Weren’t they born Klanaren like you were?”